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The mime in the glass,mimicking in silence,looking back like a late nighthorror show,post mortem reflectionsthat vanish,a tarnished epitaphfor an oblong box,as the unheard screamsof obscurity,ride the chariots of darkness,the mirror fades,faceless!

Haven't stopped by in some time. So many good words shared here.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~These tears I give.......I give to those who feel.These tears I give..I give to all who have lost.These tears I give..I give freelyWith nothing asked in returnThese tears I give come fromall before me.They are to be cherished..... and shared.For tears are tiny giftsfrom the soul.They quench a desireand fill a need.They spill forth that whichcannot be said aloud.But are buried deep inside us allThey are tears of joyand tears of loss.They bring comfort to eachin their own way.They fill a room with one small startand touch each heart.They are tears for all to sharePlease do not abuse themor misuse them.To those you love or have never met.For once sharedeternity they will last.To bring comfort to each and every one of usFor now.Forever.....

wow....who is that man in the suit up there?what's the occasion, dear friend?is it a friend's wedding, or perhaps the end of a lifeor maybe you've decided again to take a wife....could it be a promotion at workthat pays enough to buy a suit, tie and shirt?for something new has entered your aurathat's a very sharp look indeed..i know...is it the graduation of your daughter?or perhaps the birth of a new grandbaby!whatever the reason, my vote is you look greatin your jacket of tweed so newso please keep this pic for us to viewand you never know...perhaps you'll gain a new fan or twoor at least we all can seeyou clean up real well, manny!!

Beautiful poems left by Manny's fire as always, his door is always so open to his friends. Thank you Manny.

Restless Angel

Darkness clings, left by a thousand liesroiling itself to frenzied deathwith wanton abandon on a razor's edge.

A rabble of lost thoughts, gathers aroundthe flickering light of ten thousand starstrying to vie with a bored crescent moon...yawning, her apathy is palpable.

In the grand scheme of things, I am so small,jagged mountains stand stoically in my path~and sly, I plan assaults on their summits.

I had the idea, if I could entertain a momentwhere doubtful decisions fall to the past,hide in the moribund dust of yesterday;there I might gather moments of despair,fling them over the mountain's precipice.

Ugh... the cure only intensifies the sicknessAnd I crave the satisfactionlike a foaming horse thirsts for water.I am unafraid and petrifiedCannot force freethe barriers I've rectifiedTo enjoy the sensationsLustful sorrow bringsInhale the frustrationsOf knowing not one fruitful thingCan come of such silenceTherefore I scream it aloudInside my mindNo one can judgeNO ONE can findThe sinful secret I hide withinI tuck it awayIt is my dearest friendAnd like the cigarette smokeThe memory fades awayUntil once again I chooseto revive it and playBut nevermorewill the smoke seep from my lungsAnd to his steady beatI will never be asked to drum.

Back home...but feeling like I just left itThose Tennessee mountains...they call for me ~them, and the familyI was in the magic...I was there in it!Maybe one day,I will return...not to visit, but to go home

welcome back bks and to the other incredible poems above.....wow indeed!

written and evolving this past week.......

she was fallinghaving gone withinshatteringall she had been fightingand keeping hiddennot realizinghe could see her agonythat'd been with herkeeping her companycreating disharmonyand quite alarmingly

pushing her deeperand deeper underwhere she wasbarely able to breathetossing her untilshe had losther bearingsfallen yet hanging in

and all along she was aginglike fine winethe sedimentgathering deep downsomehow the illusion beingit was balancing herand keeping her from taking offfor she was a winged creaturewhenever she could free the weightthat was so heavy

then a chancefor transformationhe offered to helprelease all she had been carryingbut the burden had become her friendand she was not readythey parted company

suddenlyshe remembered it might be now or nevera chance to really discoverand uncover herfrom the ogrethat had been following herkeeping her company all along seeming to be part of her destiny

so here she was fallingher knees bucklingher heart openingher suffering meltingand in that momentshe let gowith nothing to hold onto

and he was therein a voice warm and clearhe assured her'i've got you'then just as the windhad carried him inhis wings openedand he flewaway again

while she also took flightin her own directionlifted on strands of lightthat had brieflyleft her visionnow as she flewwith new insightriding the tideof the ocean

It's been awhile, Mandrake.Such a pleasure to stop by and steep long in the warmth of words left here for you and shared with others.How could I not be lured in to bounce my usual themes of sunsets and fluttering veils off the lovely image you painted?A simple offering in comparison to the depths you've attracted into your House by the Fire.

metamorphosisdivine interventiona shapeshifting phenomenonwondering is it just the caterpillarwho partakes of such wonder?a miracle in the extremeseeing things so close and personalto transform into the most beautifulflying machinewith grace like a queenand colours out of an lsd scenewho's perspective is now on a cloudas she flutters and flies with ego-less pridemakes me wonderis it just the butterfly who is changed so completely?is it possible we all find there are timeswe also wrap ourselves in coccoonslike when we are held safe in our mothers' wombsfinding release again into our own miraculous transformation?and is it possible throughout our liveswhen the swarm gets too much inside or outside our hiveslike a prison cell in which we might hideperhaps we find solace by a fire in a quiet roomor under the glow of the brightly lit moonhelping us move through whatever we needto transform our energy into one that is loving and free...oh yes, along with all aspects of our humanityI believe miraculous metamorphosis is definitely part of our journey

Started this threadon a whim and a half,expecting nothing,except maybe a laugh.

The fireside lives,by the grace of you all!with thanks from my heart,your words line the wall!

My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you that have contributed to the "fireside" over the last two plus years. I never thought this thread would "ever" last this long. It is each one of you that has made it what it is today.